Thursday, February 21, 2013

my love comes out of my pores like a thousand fiery comets falling to the surface of your skin.and i'm told i'm too passionate to find adequacybut imperfections make everything adequate.let my love enter your atmosphere,floating in the stars out here isn't easy.my brain and heart's communicationforms electric lines across the sky making constellationsso count them and trace them with your fingertipsand i'll dance in your world